The origin story(?) of Isaac becoming a young baker!

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Isaac scratched his chin as he squinted at the figurine on top of the cake. The blue roo made entirely of frosting stared blankly back at him, thrusting an empty fist upward in a heroic stance.
“I give you thy blade, sir knight,” He giggled, delicately inserting a small plastic sword into his hand, completing the small figure. He looked past the roo to see another knight – a fox – holding a shield in a similar stance, bracing for a fight.
He smiled and stood back to admire his work. The frosting sculptures stood on a massive two-layer cake, decked out in icy blue frosting. The order had requested for a medieval theme, and he hoped that the figurines would be enough.
There had been a surge in orders asking for frosting sculptures in the past few weeks, as he had attuned his skills to create more and more accurate displays that looked good and tasted great. He had recently purchased a deluxe dye kit to get him all the colors that he could ever ask for – emerald green for grass, icy white for snow caps, and ruby red for proud dragons, protecting their treasure from pesky scavengers.
But the attention needed for sculpt the details gave its toll, and Isaac often found himself simply eating much of the frosting that he was working with. This often resulted in his work slowing down immensely, as he had to get up and make more and more frosting to complete his orders. He couldn’t help himself – his scratch frosting was made perfect… too perfect.
Today was going to be different. He had set off to the side some snacks – some fruits, crackers, and a new cake recipe that he recently tried out. It was one of the red-tabbed recipes: a fudge chocolate cake with a thick layer of scratch-made cherry filling. Isaac had spent an entire afternoon just working on that cherry center – pitting fresh cherries and making it into a jam-like substance.
He had been eager to try it out – this was the very first red-tab recipe he had attempted, and he was anxious to see his results. He’d try out a piece later.
“Later”, came all too soon, as during his frosting session his stomach grumbled loudly. He placed down the bag, padding over to the table of snacks. He reached for an apple, hesitated, then grabbed a plate and a knife. He’d try out that cake first.
Slicing into the cake, he could smell the rich chocolate frosting he had also crafted from scratch for this cake especially. He had accidently made to much, and consequently the cake had an extra thick layer of the spread. Eyeing the dark cherry layer, he set down the knife and grabbed the slice with a paw, gingerly biting down into it.
“Mrrph!” His eyes widened as the beautiful chorus of cherry and chocolate rang through his mouth like angels. The cake was better than he ever baked in his entire life – and topped off with extra frosting! He chewed slowly, taking in all the wonderful flavors before swallowing, feeling the heavy cake enter his stomach.
“Wow,” was the only word that escaped his lips as he stared down at the slice. He took another bite, his mouth exploding from the flavor. This was so delicious! He continued to bite into the slice, feeling his belly become full and heavy with the sweet dessert. It shifted and jutted out a bit, tightening the string on his back.
“Okay,” He said to himself as he began to cut himself another slice. “This is DEFINITELY going on the order list.”
Within thirty minutes he had consumed the entire double-layer cake. He leaned back into a chair, heaving out a sigh while staring at his belly, which was huge, round, and firm to the touch. He ate that whole cake in one sitting! He figured he would be quite full for a while now. Standing up, he grabbed the bag of frosting and made his way over to the cake, ready to get started once again.
He was so entranced in his work, he barely noticed his belly gurgling, slowly filling up his apron more and more…